Don Robb - Things Will Get Brighter lyrics

[Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter [Verse 1] Standing on the set, kush on my breath Shooter to my left tryna earn some respect I was on that street sh** Dropped out of school ‘cause I thought I'd never be sh** Know I got the weed, what you got? Give me three, sh** Same f** n***a man, always on that cheap sh** Talking 'bout he f**ed up but always on some free sh** You ain't got no money, you ain't gettin' no f**ing weed, b**h Look, real hustler, serving all the fiends Man I'm all about the cream, I'll sell a b**h a dream Street n***a, never sell out on my team I was in investigation, I ain't tell them boys a thing I was taught never talk, never sing War time, youngins always kept a Glock with a beam You n***as buggin' man, keep that sh** a hunnid man Talking all that tough sh** but you ain't really thuggin' man [Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter [Verse 2] f** a punchline, I was bagging up dimes Trapping when it's crunch time, youngins on the front line Real sh**, tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cent Gotta sell these Knicks, help my momma pay the rent Light skin as sh** but I'm known to use my fists Trapping like I'm Mitch, I get money, f** a b**h Stacking all my chips, got me feeling like I'm rich But then again I'm feeling like 50 when he dropped "Many Men" Only got myself, I don't trust any man Pull up to the club, they like, "Let Bibby in," I snuck a semi in n***as know I cop j**els and I drop j**els But the j**elry that I buy, I will not lose Yeah I had to learn the streets but it's not school Talking business 'round a b**h, sh** is not cool [Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter [Verse 3] Free James, my n***a, fight dirty When you out here in these streets, gotta watch out for these birdies And I keep God with me so nobody else could hurt me But I still get nervous, so I'm gripping on the thirty You gotta feel this I take you through the block like a field trip One mistake, it cost your life, real quick Where every young n***a wanna be real rich Only thing they know how to do, rob and k** sh** I know it's f**ed up, but I'm happy that I lucked up Got my bucks up, all my n***as, what's up? I grew up a f**ing screw up Got introduced to the game, that's when everything changed Self-made, nobody taught me a thing Buying all these chains, tryna get rid of the pain Street life, I done that, I seen that And this one for my city, man I love you, I mean that [Hook] Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter Ooh child, things are gonna get easier Ooh child, things will get brighter